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The Star of the County Down

Near to Banbridge town in the county down one morning in july
down a booreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by
she looked so neat from here two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
such a coaxing elf I’d to shake myself to make sure I was really there

From bantry bay  up to Derry kay and from Galway to Dublin town
no maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the county down

A she onward sped I scratched my head and I gazed with a feeling rare
and I said, says I, to a passer-by Who’s the maid with the nut-brown hair
he smiled at me and with pride says he That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown
young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann she’s the star of the county down

From bantry bay  up to Derry kay and from Galway to Dublin town
no maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the county down

At the harvest fair I’ll be surely there So I’ll dress in my sunday clothes
and I’ll try sheep’s eyes and deludhering lies on the heart of the nut-brown rose
no pipe I’ll smoke no horse I’ll yoke though my plough with rust turns brown
till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the county down

From bantry bay  up to Derry kay and from Galway to Dublin town
no maid I've seen like the sweet Colleen that I met in the county down